When you know you're dying anyway, one would think dying early seems like an easy way out. But she did not want to die, not yet. Kneeling in the middle of the road, a throbbing pain in that unreachable middle of her head, a fast-charging truck coming to claim the same life that was dwindling anyway. And amidst all of this was he, standing tall, holding time still for me. For her decision, for her to make a choice
Make a choice, He says in that annoyingly cocky voice that she had heard all too much for her sanity to remain intact Die here or take my hand;
Taking his hand; So simple. So easy. And somehow, the second she, she would be bound by a contract, destroy the world for him. Something, as he says, only her, as a human, had the right to ask. She takes his hand and her death is peaceful, calm and painless. She takes his hand and the world is bound to be destroyed in her hands. The stakes are high and despite that, despite knowing, she reached up and took his hand
My answer is...she couldn't finish the sentence, the warmth of his fingertips seeping through her skin
Me. his lips curl up into that hauntingly beautiful smirk and all at once, the pain stops, and the world around us rolls back as though a tape is being rewinded, as he pulls her up, still in a daze. The world moves in reverse while they move forward, him pulling her away from the road, and onto the sidewalk
He was responsible for all things that disappeared. He appeared at her door, of all the people in the world. Fate just couldnβt stop playing games with her...